Scattered Voices

by mistersoto

A remote day
The blowing of the wind
Was all that could be heard
A scene forgotten
Times passing tugs at
The pictures stored amongst memories
Kept

Stubbornly the sound returned
Amongst crowded shopping stores
Being presented with a receipt
Or standing in the queues
At the post office
Sound began to slip or blown
Out of sync

Wind blowing voices
Engulfing their clarity
Tugging at the beginning and
End of sentences
Unearthing them and
Throwing them into the air

A confusion of desires
Voiced then scattered
Thrown, disassembled, abstracted
The calm and the resolved
Belonging to a
A distant territory
Returned to the beyond

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